A young male enkidukai walks up limping, he wears bandages on his head and his left thigh.

Have you quenched your thirst for blood, my friends? Are your blades painted red to the hilt?

He waves off, a smile of disappointment passing quickly over his face.

But I'm not here to accuse you, you can judge your actions better than me. What I saw were scared animals chased out of their hideouts. Everybody was shouting, pursuing them, attacking them... Naturally they attacked back, tried to flee, to hide...

He winces as the pain shoots down his leg.

This... this is from the riverling, yes. I understand them: it's hard to distinguish between friend and foe in such a mess. But I tried to talk to one of them. When luckily nobody else was around. And it didn't attack me. It was rather surprised that I didn't have swords in my paws. It hisses at me when it found itself caught in a dead-end but when I told it that I didn't want to hurt it, it glance at me in disbelief and then killed a rat and started eating. Such a brief moment... And then the madness started again: people with weapons in their hands everywhere. Yes, I was attacked by riverlings and these are the mementos of it. But the ones that attacked me were either wounded or provoked by somebody else around me. I never saw them go on a rampage just like that. And I believe that they are intelligent, I have read in the library: they can use tools! What I saw tonight only proves that. Do we have to erase everything that's different or we don't understand?

Naesek shakes his head sadly and hobbles away.

[Edit: typos]